F U C K F A C E
freddie, effy and cook
But she's tragic. More tragic than they both thought.
Now thou hast loved me one whole day,
to-morrow when thou leavest, what wilt thou say?
Wilt thou then antedate some new-made vow?
Or say that now
We are not just those persons which we were?
Or that oaths made in reverntial fear
Of Love, and his wrath, any may forswear?
Or, as true deaths true marriages untie,
So lovers' contracts, images of those,
Bind but till sleep, death's image, them unloose?
Or, your own end to justify,
For having purposed change and falsehood, you
Can have no way but falsehood to be true?
Vain lunatic, against these 'scapes I could
Dispute, and conquer, if I would;
Which I abstain to do,
For by to-morrow I may think so too.
- John Donne, Woman's Constancy
sunrise - yeasayer
the captain and the hourglass - laura marling
between the bars (cover) - metric
welcome home, son - radical face
invisible ink - aimee mann
the rifle - alela diane